The boy cheered, thinking he had finally captured the wind in a glass bottle.
“Silly boy,” rustled the wind, “I can never be captured.”
The boy began to cry, sharing with the wind all the abuses he received from his cruel masters.
Like the wind, he longed to be free.
The wind, so moved, began to wail. It whispered secrets of sails and ships.
The boy built a vessel, and the wind set him adrift on countless adventures.
They sail happily together to this day, the wind unaware that the boy had captured him after all.
